You
are at the China City Buffet on Mason-Montgomery Road waiting for Rich G. We
begin with Dead-6 today. Go ahead and set up the documents. - Amorella
1405
hours. Great lunch! Both Rich and Bill were there - great discussion on
politics, cars, family, engineering and physics.
You read over Dead-5 and wonder what Dead-6
is going to be about. Insert conclusion of D-5 below:
**
**
. . . I sit quietly above the turbulence in my
ever-rebellious human heart. Deadanliving it is not so easy crossing from soul
to mind no matter what or who the heart's bridge be. How much more difficult
would it be for the living who are not so human as we?
Solidification.
The act of the human spirit become stone in mindansoul freezing the heart to
calm so it might thaw in reasonable contemplation. This is how Merlyn sees this
event in his heartansoulanmind; no more real than imagination becoming thought
and thought becoming the evaporation of wonderment.
Consideration
becomes the pretty package to open and see the present, the here and now of an
existential Merlyn unbound and ready to tie the binds cover to cover all within
the human margins of error.
Ezekiel,
a heartansoulanmind I remember singularly. There are other deadanliving friends
such as myself who have danced in a rebellion or two above and below the Great
Many-Named River's Divide. Deadanliving or Living, to tap a friend's soul is to
tap the echoes of a beating heart and [its] considering mind.
**
**
You could change this last sentence to:
". . . echoes of the beating heart and its considering mind," for
clarity. More to the point, Merlyn need to be brought down a peg or to. Who
better to do this but Mother. -
Amorella
1757
hours. Supper at Smashburgers and
a stop at Kroger's on Tylersville for two or three pie crusts for making
dessert on Thanksgiving. As I put the MacAir up for work I had an inkling of
the conversation with Mother but I am not sure where it is going to go.
You note the quarter moon up and off your
left shoulder and the crisp air and the raspberry color of the late dusk sky.
Church bells (next door to the east) in the background as the clock strikes six.
The Salvation Army is out in force with the bell ringing and people have a
Friday night hustle about them both going in and leaving this popular local
Kroger grocery on the west side of Westchester Township in Butler County, Ohio.
I
thought you were going to say the home of John B. our illustrious local boy who
makes good as Speaker of the House.
Why need I since you say it for me? -
Amorella
Now
I am stuck in the politics and the words leave me. . . .
You are finished with the television for the
night. Carol has gone upstairs to read and now there is time to do some
writing. Go to Book Four. - Amorella
I
found a scene 3 of chapter 5 that may be useful as background but Mother is not
involved. (2200)
Do not drop it in here. Drop it in the new
document and we will make short work of it. - Amorella
This
is just cut and paste, Amorella. I cannot imagine how this will work here. . .
. I can hardly believe this, as I read more closely I see
"Elsewhere". What a jump from a wormhole to altered consciousness.
Now, no one will see this association but me. The connection is a 'leap' not of
faith but of intuition, a jump, quantum-like from one part of my brain to
another part. But then, what else? This is all me, my brain, my mind that is
the connection. What else? Nothing more, nothing less. Such a pleasant subtle
humor, Amorella.
Let's finish this up with a word from
Mother. - Amorella
2235
hours. I have completed The Dead - 6 at least for now. It appears to make sense
but I will know better after completed The Dead - 7.
Add and post, boy. - Amorella
***
Dead - 6 (draft for now)
Merlyn soon found
himself slipping into dreamtime while lying between the rock and great Oak. On
introspection he thought, being dead has a pleasant side, no aches or pains
unless I want them. All sensory appears psychosomatic. I think in my native
Celtic tongue but when I want to be heard I appear to be immediately understood
by others I am in presence with. Irish, Latin, Greek, English, Norse are my in
my resume. Languages are now my forte.
Therein
Merlyn's mind glided naturally into, Ogham,
the Celtic alphabet, which has letters based on the names of trees as the trees
are shaped with reasonably forked branches. Kenning-like poetic thoughts
produced the alpha-an-beta, and in this poesy not all the tree letters are
known to humankind, never were, and in that lays wisdom in the Mystery of the
Letters. Merlyn thought, once alive, now dead, I sound the letters and still
they are heard by the Living through their eyes alone. In this sounding sense
of reason the silent ears of the Dead are but whispering eyes to the living.
A
lot of people affected my living -- family, friends, acquaintances, and
perceived enemies. People are not an indifference to me. Living or Dead each is
a piece on the crystal board. Each is in herorhis own squared area of
consciousness or lack of it. All have a shared square area of the same heavenly
blue sky randomly decked with clouds of similar fluff.
Two
friends float above the rest within my soul. Why? I have never known because
some friends are older, better known and deeper within. Both at once were
living druidesses who snaked and coiled their way around my very soul.
Brigit
of Iona was a human reincarnate of the earlier Brigit, who was thought by some
to be a goddess. She was not. She was a female sage, a physician and a smith as
was her druidic father, who also had been a physician and a smith. I was placed
to dangle on the bottom of her moon silver charm bracelet. She stirred my fiery
passions into her hot and throaty caldron and had the summary of my Celtic
faith for an immediate dinner.
The
second was Vivian who designed a silver and golden brooch to capture my reason
with the heavy breathing in and out through her tangling net of erotic charms.
A crystallized madness she became in my imagination alone. I never touched her
nor her me. No need to touch when she was already a haunt beneath my boneless
bag. I was a sorry sack of skin with Vivian.
Both
women were equally a damnable pleasant witchery. Priestess Brigit and Priestess
Vivian druidically placed me, Merlyn, a once shining jewel, in a rolled
leathery piece of ancient pre-Celtic phylactery. Both druidesses became leather
strapped, amulet-like pistons in the youth of my flamed mortal earthly engine.
Scroll-like I was wound and unwound from mind to soul and soul to heart. And,
thus bodiless, I was driven into an inconceivable madness while making sorceries’
choice. Unthinkingly, I chose to be in a spiritual magic with both women at
once.
Merlyn
peered into the elementary considerations of his being included in the highest
first order of druidic shamans. The same druidic hierarchical setting in which
he would also place Brigit and Vivian. He immediately determined his chess
queen’s position to be off the board, a Betweener; no one would question this. He
smiled; no one Living or Dead can legitimately question this because I am Elsewhere.
I am off the Board. I am consciousness outside and before the Creation of the Tree of Thought and Light.
I, Merlyn, exist.
Still
Within
Silence
Non-Begotten
...BE-ING…
Non-Begotten
Silence
Within
Still
I, Merlyn, do not exist. Yet, Here I Am, Thinks Merlyn
and echoes
Yet, Here I Am, Thinks Merlyn
and echoes
Yet, Here I Am, Thinks Merlyn
Heart
and Echo
and
Soul
and
Mind
At Once Shredded
and
At Once Re-stitched
Again
and
Again
and
Again
'And,
yet again, Merlyn,' interrupted black-balled Glevema near the corner pocket of
his mind. This is your Grandest Mother my child. Guardian you are of the new
Gate of the Dead. You move your mindanheartansoul first thinking of whom your
best friends are in this moment on your soul, the small quaint classroom where
heart and mind sit. Mind your p's and q's boy when choosing an alphabet of proper
names to lovingly rouse.
745 words
***
It
is difficult to accept this scene in that I did little or no writing tonight.
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